that rain
which falls on your face
completely washes you down
and yet somehow
you're yearning for something more
you can't put your finger on it
still...
the emotion is clear
reasons aren't logical
they never are
which results
only within
that simple want

wind is roaring today
like a herd of horses
making its way through the hills
of some country side
you can see them if you watch the clouds
and if you close your eyes
you can hear them clearly
I do
within my own imagination
yes occasionally I even
watch dragons flying
soaring within the heavens
maybe if I look closely
a pegasi or two
within the horizon
you just have to look

midday sighs
that will takes you to places
where you've never stepped
and yet
even if you've traveled there
they have their pitfalls
that one falls into
so you have to be cautious
with eyes wide open
when you do

those that are misunderstood
seem to never have been listened to
those that do listen
listen only within the pretense
if they did listen
they might learn something
rather than
thinking that they know everything
and yet
they never do
what a conundrum

within that century
I envision that hope
upon the sacred
celebrated only within the heart
secret whispers
enduring within the insight
immanent of simpler times
drawn in that best of visions
serenaded
verse by verse
yes..
I am moved

celebrated
within those seasons
where time slows
within a simple eon
reaches made
but somehow incomplete
what is it that I'm looking for?
I'm not really sure
so I'll keep looking
until then
my journey continues
within those roads and trails
in undiscovered shores
so yes..
somehow I make
that footfall
in unknown countrysides

hello
it seems that we've missed each other
even though we didn't intend yo
we've spent so much time
somehow pleasing each other
and yet we've both forgotten an essential point
to simply accept each other
and show love

is it that hard?

to forget the prom and prance
that the world expects
and get straight to the point

looking up at the grey skies
within a febuary afternoon
cold and rainy
typical for east texas weather
and yet
the silence in this tiny town
is somehow deafening
why?
that sense of wanting to simply
be some place else
boredom
is not for everyone
and yet here it screams
let me put it this way
not everyone enjoys
gossip
that prevails here
just because it can

if it seems
that I'm today's cynic
then find a way
to show me that I'm wrong
show me the hope
show me the love
show me the joy
that seems to be missing
in this world of reality
of truth
that finds away
to bit one in the ass
I want to believe
in something more
in what I see
within this world's greed
so much suffering
in today's blood and guts
spilled out needlessly
here I am
holding out my hand
reach out and make me see

bare limbs
reaching for spring
yet waiting in limbo
the warmth has not come
as of yet
but somehow that time will come
i know
patience is key
but sometimes
that's a hard thing to keep in mind
yet somehow
it must be
and still
we wait

truth
sometimes is fleeting at best
depending on the perspective
of what one is looking at
and yet
it's best
to somehow find it
it disappears
when light directly is shown at it
yes...
I'm saying the greys
that stray in between
find their place
in today's reality
and somehow
truth escapes
between the cracks
and is never seen
for what it should be

to touch within that desire
help only in the night
where memories are made
flickering
within that need
lingering moment by moment
where shadows find that reach
only found by two
celebrated in emotion
intense within passion
explored only by love
flashes of romance
where lips meet
descended in warm embrace
murmured only in whispers
corners of eyes
that smile on into the evening
traces of sighs
found in communion
content between
one's pleasure

reaching within that past
onward within the clouds
where eagles fly and soar
on into the sky
where snowcaps find their place
cliffs of rock
whisper in that solitude
knowing their song
yet in that harmony
knew once shores of the ocean
long ago within that millennium
rhythms of a distant eon
where maybe winged creatures flew
volcanoes once spew
into those jungles
ancient in those trails
fingers of granite
return to what was
and yet somehow remember